The Opposite of Innocent by Sonya Sones
Available At: Aspen Valley
Categories : Sexual
Description: A novel in verse follows the experiences of fourteen-year-old Lilly, as an innocent flirtation turns into sexual abuse by a friend of her parents and she is tormented by her abuser’s threat to ruin her family and her own desperate need for help.
YA Label?: Yes
Notes: This book contains sexual activities.
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Page 140: I try to pull away but Luke just tightens his grip on my wrist and starts murmuring about how long he’s waited, how long he’s waited for me to touch him like this, and about how the kissing’s been lovely, the kissing’s been brilliant, but a man needs more, more than just kissing, and he’ll go mad, stark raving mad if we don’t take things to the next level. Then suddenly-he reaches down with his free hand and
with one smooth motion, he unzips his fly. But just as he’s about to press my hand down onto his boxers, I hear myself saying, “Stop!” in this weird strangled voice. And that’s when I finally manage to wrench my wrist free. Luck lets out this awful groan. I shrink away from him, pulling my knees up to my chest. He rakes his fingers through his hair. “I don’t get it,” he says. “I thought you wanted to make me feel good. I thought you were a woman. But maybe you’re still just a kid.” His words burn like a slap across the face. “I’m not a kid, Luck. I’m not.” “Then please, lily. Touch me. Touch me like a woman touches a man.” I look into his dark eyes and realize there’s tears in them. Tears. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand making Luke this unhappy. I squeeze my eyes closed, so I can’t see my parents watching, (the parents’ pictures were hanging on the wall). Then I grit my teeth and let him ease my hand onto him, fighting back tears of my own. He moans and whispers the words I’ve waited to all my life to hear him say: “I love you, Lily, I love you…I love you…”
Page 148: He ushers me into the backseat with him, kisses me for a while, then unzips his pants and asks me to do the same thing I did last time. When I reach for him he moans, then locks his hands behind his head and starts telling me he loves me.
Page 181: A few days later Loke’s waiting after school again, to drive me to the library for our second weekly “tutoring” session. We go up to the same study room as before and he pulls the blinds closed. He starts kissing me right away. But there’re those crushing kind of kisses. Not the romantic kins. He backs me up against the wall and grinds his body against mine till it feels like I’m getting black and blue. “I’ve been trying to take is slow,” he whispers. “Trying so hard…But I’m not sure I can go on like this much longer.” “I’m not either,” I say. And as he eases me down onto the chair next to his, and unzips his fly, he’s completely unaware that my words mean the opposite of his.
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